Page 52 of Father Figure

“I will, but I don’t ever want to stop.”

“You don’t ever want to stop, what?”

“I don’t ever wanna stop, Daddy,” he added hesitantly, testing the word.

Hearing him call me Daddy flipped a switch in my head; the nurturing, dominant switch that made me want to take this boy in my arms and worship him until he fell apart, and then put him back together again. There was no going back from this. Why would I? He’d given me everything I wanted. Nicky was my boy. He was mine.

Sam rubbed his thumbs over Nicky’s nipples until they were as hard as his dick. He nibbled on Nicky’s neck, whispering in his ear as he suckled his lobe. The extra attention just made Nicky wetter for me.

“So much pre-cum, I don’t even need lube.”

“No, I have more. In my room. I’ll go get it.”

Did he really think I would penetrate him without prepping him first? So sweet, so gullible. Reaching beneath the cushion, I dug out the bottle of lube Sam and I kept stashed there.

“No need, I’ve got you covered.”

Crawling between his legs, I sucked his sweet tip between my lips, swirling my tongue around the head to tease him before taking his entire length down my throat. Nicky gasped and grabbed my head, holding me prisoner between his legs. As if I were going anywhere.

“How good does your Daddy’s mouth feel wrapped around your cock?” Sam purred in his ear.

“OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod,” he chanted over and over, his knees visibly shaking. Sam snickered darkly.

“I know exactly how good his mouth feels. He sucks my cock so good.”

“That’s so hot,” Nicky whispered, letting his thighs fall open wider to accommodate my bobbing head.

Increasing the suction, I slid my lips up and down his shaft, tonguing each vein and ridge as I rolled his balls between my fingers. Without even having to look at what I was doing, I grabbed the bottle of lube and wet my fingers without missing a beat. Bringing my slippery fingers to his smooth hole, I brushed them over his pucker until he was soft and slick, his hole opening wider with each pass of my fingers.

I was sure he thought I would slip my finger inside of him, but I had something else planned for my boy. Sitting up, I focused on Sam, sharing a private look with him as I reached for the shell. He nodded slightly.

“Look down between your legs, Nicky. Watch what your Daddy is going to do to you,” he warned.

Sliding the tip of the shell between his cheeks, I stopped over his hole, tapping it lightly with the tip. Nicky’s eyes grew wide, and he began to shake his head. The harder I pushed against his opening, the harder and faster he shook his head no.

“Open for your Daddy, little one,” Sam murmured in his ear like the devil on his shoulder.

“No, he isn’t. He w-wouldn’t.” Nicky stumbled over his words.

“He would, and he is,” Sam confirmed.

The tip of the shell slid easily past his rim, the conical shape gliding past his barrier without any resistance.

“Don’t squeeze tight, baby. Relax your bottom for Daddy,” I instructed.

Twisting the shell as I slid it in and out made it easy to gain another inch. Nicky’s breathing became ragged and loud as he panted.

“Cass,” he pleaded, though I wasn’t sure if he knew what he was asking for.

“No, not Cass, baby.”

“Daddy?” He ventured.

“That’s right.”

“How deep are you going to slide that shell inside me?”

“How deep do you want it?”

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